The Week of the Cupcake!

And who decided that it was the week of the cupcake? Well, if you didn't realise, it was me.

Now, I'll just apologise in advance, this is going to be a long one. (Yes, you may quietly giggle and whisper 'That's what she said'). Not because I have all that much to say, just because I have a whole lot of pictures of cupcakes, and I really am feeling the need to celebrate those sweet darlings, so I'll just chatter to fill the voids.

But, so its not completely weird and I don't end up seeming like a massive fatty that dotes on cupcakes ALL the time, I'll tell you about my week as well! Hoorah!

But first I'll explain to you how it came to be the week of the cupcake. It started at the store yesterday, when I saw a cupcake mix thing. Usually I would have passed it thinking I could just make them at home and they'd be doubly as good. (True and false. Those croissants I made? A disaster.) But I had bought some Winne The Pooh cake decorations and really wanted to use them. So I bought the mix (Or more, my mother bought the mix, because she was buying my groceries for the week. So lovely).

Cupcake break!

                         

By the way, just so you know, my cupcakes look nothing like thses glorious angels here. I just like pictures of cool food.

Anyway, I couldn't make them yesterday because my mother and I were going to see King Lear at the Opera House. (Side note; John Bell's Shakespeare is some of the best Shakespeare you will ever see. I'll gush about this later).

And I was planning to make them this morning, but as I kind of had a crippling cold this week I postponed ALL of my uni homework (mainly due to the fact that I can't even remember half the week, so I doubt that I would have even been in a proper state to do anything. Except wash my hair. I stayed home on Wednesday and when I woke up on thursday I had clean hair. I don't remember washing or drying it. but it happened. Weird, I know). Therefore, I kind of left myself one day to catch up on everything. Luckily, Criminal Minds is like some brain steroid for me and I managed to get everything done. Wow, I know. Plus, a bit of it was analysing the fashion weeks, so it was pretty fun. So after I finished everything I thought I would reward myself and bake those cupcakes!

                               

You know, (and I'm not sure if I've said this before) but for someone with the last name of Baker, I am terrible at baking! Absolutely dreadful! I think it's because I'm impatient and I never measure things properly, I just guess.. (Having said that, I am a brilliant cook. I'll cook you heaven in a savoury dish anyday). The thing with the cupcakes (or my oven. Or my impatience) was that they were undercooked. And kind of sqaure-ish. And they didn't rise nicely. (Though that could be because I don't have an electric mixer. I have to hand whip everything). But they taste nice! And they look pretty. Thats all that matters... Isn't it?

                                

And so, as there is only one of me, and it will (sadly) probably only take me a week to finish the twelve, this week is officially the week of the cupcake. I would give them to friends, but I'm sure no one wants half-cooked cupcakes. If someone gave me a half-cooked cupcake I'd be kind of dissapointed. Just saying.

Oh, you'll love this one.

Yeah. Thought so. And now, because if I go over the other parts of my week in this, such as seeing one of my friends for the first time in over a year (he's been in Japan) or King Lear, I'm afraid you would get dreadfully bored with me. So, I'll leave you with some more yummy pictures, and tell you about them later!

Until we meet again (slightly softer around the middle), let's go jogging!

(These are more like what mine look like. But square, and a little uglier, and with Winnie the Pooh faces)

Look closer. Yes, that's right.

I hope this made your (cupcake) week.